La coquette [English translation]

She lives in the museum of her vanished youth

She offers a cookie , we say no she says yes

She took all the mirrors off

She avoids her image , she no longer wants to see herself

She lives with pictures of the past all around her

Her face from long ago , her treasure , her trophy

The skin of a peach , tighten satin tissue

But time steps on it & takes its gift back

The prettiest flowers tarnish & wither away

Lucky young girls become old women

Her wrinkled skin is a sheet we grab

A hanky to cry over her husband passing away

A line on her forehead for each of her sons

& Her rumpled eyelids , her children going away

Her hands opening out are like spiders

That frighten little ones but reassure their elders

The streaks on the corners of her eyes are the furrows of rivers

Where widows' tears flow little by little

She says years write on faces

& Deletions clutter up the page

Let's enjoy the nice weather before the rain shower

She kills the time before it kills her

She refuses & regrets , she's old now

As an excuse , she repeats , she used to be beautiful

But the prettiest flowers tarnish & wither away

Lucky young girls become old women

Who have the beauty of Pyramids or Louvre

The beauty of mountains , the glaciers protecting them

• Artist:Bénabar
• Album:Les risques du métier (2003)